Away from the sheep and again be sorrowful,
Away from the sheep and again be sorrowful,
To learn about your broken nest,
To learn about your broken nest.

Cuckoo, I don’t hate you,
Cuckoo, I don’t hate you,
But I have sadness for you,
But I have sadness for you,

That you sing, cuckoo, for the beech tree (or honeycomb?),
That you sing, cuckoo, for the beech tree,
Of the dear sweetheart you would bring me,
Of the dear sweetheart you would bring me.
So that your singing, cuckoo, is the source,
Of the longing that you bring me for my sweetheart.